Skeleton Key

The skeleton key
Alive in me,
Always looking for more
Unlocks the souls door,
Into where thoughts are hid
Just inside my lid,
And where dreams start
At the center of my heart -
Things within, without
That I cannot talk about,
These things within, I want to give
And without, I cannot live,
This thin skeletal key
Goes about, mysteriously unlocking... all of me -

' Common to both (art and science) is the devotion to something beyond
the personal, removed from the arbitrary. ' - Albert Einstein.

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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